In Love With My Billionaire Husband

Serena Mclane's P.O.V 

"Are you sure you're alright?" I pursue after him.

Entering into his office, I scan my surroundings and am impressed with what I see.

The walls consist of dark wood panels with bookshelves stacked neatly in corners.

The floors are a Slightly lighter colour than the walls but are not too light.

A big mahogany desk is placed in the middle—facing towards the door— with black leather seats which are placed in front of it.

It seems odd having such dark colour schemes but the huge floor to ceiling window contradicts the colours as it lets in streams of sunlight, lighting the room up adequately without any need for artificial lighting.

My gaze directs back to him as he mutters a low curt ‘fine: Only now do I take note of the presence of another man.

The very same one who we just met in the elevator.

He's adorable in a way.

Adorkable, if I dare say.

"I haven't introduced myself"

I say as I place my hand out for him to shake, throwing Damien a pointed look while I do so, "I'm Serena Mclane"

I say smiling.

The guy who doesn't appear to be much older than me, smiles and shakes my hand.

"I'm Max, it's nice to meet you."

"I need the other files I told you about.’’ Damien says loudly as he leans across his desk, rifling through papers.

"Yes sir’ Max immediately gets into action, passing me a smile he fixes his square black glasses, and then rushes down the hall once more.

I'm sure, working for a man like Damien Stryker will make anyone rush around as if the hounds of hell are chasing after them.

And how lucky I am that I'll be having the pleasure of working with him.

"So what should I do?"

I ask, wanting to help.

Damien seems to be busy walking up to one of the panels— not covered by a bookshelf— and then pressing a certain place.

I curiously look around his shoulder only to see a section of the panel slide back and instead reveal a black box.

A safe.

Damien puts his hand on a small screen as it scans his hand and then makes a weird robotic noise, he punches in a passcode, the door to the safe swinging open.

I'm surprised Damien has let me see he has a safe in his office but I mean after all the time we are going to spend together, I'll be bound to know a few things here and there.

reaches in and takes

find myself practically shoved in his chest, way too close, and so I quickly

that entails a

lid of the small

and mouth drops open as I glance from him to the box

expected of me to wear a ring but it still takes me

family heirloom.He murmurs.Just then my ears perk up, not due to what he said, but the way he said it.Are my ears playing tricks on me or am I really just incredibly daft to not have noticed it before? But

as I glance at him

is there, probably by the way he pronounced a certain word that

time there that they pick up an accent but not enough time that

am I thinking so hard on this? Damien

be the type

and other activities to

beautiful.But I cant accept

I find myself saying.

is absolutely

know nothing about rings but I can tell that it's expensive, I

light as do the other stones,that surround the main

clue

also very attention

"Why not?"

he looks

can't accept the ring.I mean it's a family heirloom.You

to clarify, seeing his

"But I am.To you."

He tries to explain.

smile and shake my

this.You will be my fiance so you have to.This’' Damien pauses, testing the words in his mouth, unsure whether to say them or not, "This will keep

be confused

"Protect me, from what?"

people don't become important without making a few enemies,’ he

will protect you when I am not there to do so.So you have to wear this understand? At all

then he usually is,

firmly in his, and all the while making eye contact with me, he slips

my face flushes at

would have been an intimate gesture had this

even making sense with such a befogged mind? We both stay silent, and finally he lets my hand

he now

the ring that is now mine, I can't help but to move

is indeed heavy as

Max has left, snaps

to where we

up as he walks towards his desk, leaning against

have to act more

wondering as if how on earth

his desk, passing

an unamused look

of those swivel ones and so